Wine Quotes
When the wine is in, the wit is out.
Proverb
When the wine goes in, strange things come out.
Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me...
Vizzini
Bond has just been surprised by the double agent, Grant. Red wine with fish. Well, that should have told me something.
Bond
I can certainly see you know your wine. Most of the guests who stay here would not know the difference between Bordeaux and Claret.
Basil Fawlty
It is better for pearls to pass through the lips of swine than good wine to pass through the lips of the indifferent.
Mark Luedtke
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Aristophanes
Con pan y vino se anda el camino With bread and wine you can walk your road.
Spanish Proverb
What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?
Isak Dinesen
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine
Ernest Dowson
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Ernest Dowson
I struck the board, and cried, No more: I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn Before my tears did drown it; Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown it?
George Herbert
Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among roots, the maiden-fair, Wine-scented and poetic soul Of the capacious salad bowl.
Robert Louis Stevenson
It was not the wine, murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. It was the salmon.
Charles Dickens
